Frozen

Frozen and black, don’t look down; never come back.
Crevasses everywhere, a man’s contempt; no other choices.
Mount McKinley, my heart is in check. My lungs are gray with pulmonary edema.
My nose frostbit, and losing loved ones was ever so distant.
Three weeks up, and one week down. I made it but lost my soul in trading for it.
My accent to living someone else’s dreams.
My climb to the peak of Mount McKinley in 1999.